Chapter 1

It was morning on Coco Island, and the spartans where carrying out their normal routines. On shore, Smlmos sat across from Dovahkiin, both having serious expressions on their faces. Smlmos was sweating profusely, his veins pressed up against his face as he stroked his goatee nervously.

"I don't think that would be a very good idea." Said Dovahkiin.

Smlmos looked up at him, then back down to the board between them. Then, with a trembling hand, Smlmos moved his king piece one space forward. Dovahkiin looked at Smlmos, smiling mischievously. Smlmos was breathing heavily, sweat cascading down his face in extreme terror. Then Dovahkiin stood, focusing his gaze on Smlmos' last moved chess piece.

"FUS-RODAH!" He yelled.

The chess pieces all flew toward Smlmos, pelting him everywhere as he yelled in pain. Dovahkiin crossed his arms in front of him, laughing victoriously.

"AHAA! I've never won five games of chess in a row before!" he said.

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU NEVER MOVE YOUR BACK ROW!" Smlmos yelled while pulling a black knight piece out of his shoulder. They heard rustling in the bushes, and then saw Jack and Patchy rush out of the jungle onto shore, panting heavily.

"The trainers..." Jack said before having time to catch his breath. "They're back!"

Smlmos walked over to Jack, shocked.

"That's impossible!" He said. "We defeated them over two months ago!"

"ARGH!" Said Patchy, "Well believe it lad! They be back!"

He had two mugs in his hands, both filled with hot coco. He handed them to Smlmos and Dovahkiin and they started drinking the warm liquid. Then Smlmos felt something weird on his tongue. He reached into his mouth and pulled out a long, thick black hair. He turned to Dovahkiin, holding the hair out in front of him and gagging like a cat about to have a hair ball.

"FEIM!" Dovahkiin yelled and turned spectral purple, just before vomit spewed from Smlmos like a fire truck hose. It shot strait through Dovahkiin, but hit a spartan scout that had emerged from the bushes behind the shouting nord. The spartan looked down at his armor in disgust and was about to run back to camp before Smlmos stopped him by yelling,

"WAIT! What news do you have to report?"

The scout walked to the group of four and said,

"Los tortugas estas patinando en la casa de cerbeza y queso con dies pesos en mi borzillo!"

"WHO THE HELL HIERED THE SPANISH SCOUT?!" Yelled Smlmos as he threw his arms up in anger. A couple more spartans emerged from the jungle. Smlmos eyeballed one of them and walked toward him. He poked him forcefully in the chest, saying,

"Was it you?"

The spartan looked around, confused, and asked,

"Was what me?"

Smlmos growled as he grabbed the spartan by the neck, pulling the spartan toward him so that they're faces where an inch away from each other's. Smlmos seethed and said,

"Never get within ten feet of me..."

He pushed the spartan away forcefully, making him stumble and fall backwards in the sand. He turned to the scout and asked how far away the trainers were, but the spartan replied,

"No habla ingles!"

Smlmos cursed then turned to Jack and asked him the same question.

"They're at the waterfall battlin' our men!" Jack said.

Smlmos nodded then said,

"Dovahkiin! Let's-" he looked around and saw no sign of Dovahkiin.

"Where the hell is Dovahkiin?!" He yelled. The group shrugged. He dismissed it, then he and the group rushed towards the coco waterfall.